LIFE
I lean my augmented head left of the corner and glance - three guards, submachine guns lowered, unaware of the infiltration. Three quick headshots later, ground splattered with pixelated blood and polygonal gore, I advance up the stairwell. Reload. Another headshot. Floor clear. First target in sight - pharma CEO - can't be caught embezzling funds like this, man. I kick him and he bounces, violently and comically, around the room. Next target marked, I run down the stairs again. I realize I missed one.
DEATH
A burst from around the corner catches me, and I explode, vision kaleidoscopic. Better luck next time.
REBIRTH
Body reconstructed for a nominal fee, I run the mission again. Saved up just enough for a scoped bionic eye, and this time around, I don't miss. Targets compromised to a permanent end. I extract.
Cycle repeats. New targets are always available: there's no shortage of financial criminals, cult leaders, and hedonistic executives in late-late-late-stage capitalism. I fashion a new intestine as a grappling hook, install ramjets into my feet. I invest in the stock market. I buy a house. I spend some time fishing.
TRANSCENDENCE
I am a financial deity. I see between the trend lines, I manipulate the markets. I change gravity. I erase my targets on a cellular level. I break the cycle: I die and am reborn when I choose. I sever and reestablish my link to the divine just for fun. No, despite all this, I'm not the god of this world - I'm the damn CEO, and the grind is just starting.
I lean my augmented head left of the corner and glance - three guards, submachine guns lowered, unaware of the infiltration. Three quick headshots later, ground splattered with pixelated blood and polygonal gore, I advance up the stairwell. Reload. Another headshot. Floor clear. First target in sight - pharma CEO - can't be caught embezzling funds like this, man. I kick him and he bounces, violently and comically, around the room. Next target marked, I run down the stairs again. I realize I missed one.
DEATH
A burst from around the corner catches me, and I explode, vision kaleidoscopic. Better luck next time.
REBIRTH
Body reconstructed for a nominal fee, I run the mission again. Saved up just enough for a scoped bionic eye, and this time around, I don't miss. Targets compromised to a permanent end. I extract.
Cycle repeats. New targets are always available: there's no shortage of financial criminals, cult leaders, and hedonistic executives in late-late-late-stage capitalism. I fashion a new intestine as a grappling hook, install ramjets into my feet. I invest in the stock market. I buy a house. I spend some time fishing.
TRANSCENDENCE
I am a financial deity. I see between the trend lines, I manipulate the markets. I change gravity. I erase my targets on a cellular level. I break the cycle: I die and am reborn when I choose. I sever and reestablish my link to the divine just for fun. No, despite all this, I'm not the god of this world - I'm the damn CEO, and the grind is just starting.